LUDIC LOG

Q.: Who's that?

A.: That's my friend Jane.

Q.: Who's that with her?

A.: That's her boyfriend, Brian.

Q.: What are they doing there?

A.: Visiting Chicago, on their way to Michigan.

Q.: What are you doing?

A.: I'm meeting them for lunch at the Berghoff. Then we're going to the Art Institute, where I will unsuccessfully attempt to convince them that I painted the Seurat.

Q.: And?

A.: Then Jane and I are going to a White Sox game.

Q.: Against who?

A.: The Tigers.

Q.: Don't the Tigers pretty much suck?

A.: They sure do.

Q.: How did the Sox do?

A.: They fuckin' lost.

Q.: What now?

A.: Now we're going to hang out with some of Brian's friends. I will probably be back pretty late.

Q. So this entry is just an elaborate explanation of why you're not writing a real entry?

A.: Yes, that's pretty much it. Although I would call it an "excuse" rather than an "explanation".

Q.: Where are they now?

A.: Who knows? Dreamland is where I'm going, though.

Q.: Will there be a real entry tomorrow?

A. There sure will. At least, as real as it ever gets around here.

Q.: What do you think of Jane?

A.: She's a vivacious and engaging free spirit who gives Nature Valley granola bars to squirrels.

Q.: How about Brian?

A.: He's an entertaining and delightful young man who makes squirrels fight to the death.

Q.: Do you define all your friendships through a squirrel framework?

A.: Yes. Except for the ones I have with actual squirrels.

Q.: Boy, she's pretty short, huh?

A.: Yeah. But what can you do? There's really not a lot you can do.